This maye I saye / vnto my owne dere loue

My goodly lady / fayrest and moost swete

In all my bokes / fayre fortune doth moue

For a place of grace / where that we sholde mete

Also my bokes full pryuely you grete

The effectes therof / dooth well dayly ensue

By meruelous thynges / to proue them to be true

 The more my payne / the more my loue encreaseth

The more my Ieopardy / the truer is my harte

The more I suffre / the lesse the fyre releasheth

The more I complayne the more is my smarte

The more I se her / the sharper is the darte

The more I wryte / the more my teeres dystyll

The more I loue / the hotter is my wyll

C.i.

 O moost fayre lady / yonge / good / and vertuous

I knewe full well / neuer your countenaunce

Shewed me ony token / to make me amerous

But what for that / your prudent gouernaunce

Hath enrached my herte / for to gyue attendaunce

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